Oh! Well, today I recieved my inheritance from my Great-Great Aunt Espa. There is a really long story behind that, though, as to what was promised to me, opposed as to what I actually got. My whole family got screwed over due to a certain evil person named CATHY WALTON of Presque Isle, Maine who finagled with my aunt's will and stole many of her possessions. All of her personal possessions will either be thrown away or put into an estate sale. I was utterly pissed and livid that this lady could do this. My aunt's possessions are meaningless to her, but they are so important to me and my family. We have many old photographs, as well as just random objects around the house that are very meaningful to us. Well, this bitch is throwing it all away and not even asking us if we would like any of the stuff. She used my aunt, inherited her house, and then sold it for a giant lump sum. I usually don't hate people, but I hate her with a passion. I will have to tell you why.
One summer when we were visiting my aunt, stupid ugly Cathy came over to my aunt's house. She had brought a whole plate of brownies over for my sister and I. Now, I don't know what it is, but my sister and I can both tell when someone is shady, and we don't like them right off the bat. There was something about her that we just didn't like. She was very strange, and seemed mean and old-fashioned. I mean, she is one of those sixty year old ladies that has a boyfriend. It is quite sad, really. Well, my sister and I decided that we would not eat the brownies because we didn't like her, and it was just to spite her. Even my parent's didn't really like her that much, but we didn't tell them.
Well, once my aunt got sick, something strange happened, and she was assigned to be the power of attorney. I don't really get what that is, but it gave her some sort of power. This went on for maybe about two or so years while my aunt was sick. My mom went up to visit her, but we couldn't because of school, and plus, it was too expensive. So, when my aunt died, my mother went up again to go to the funeral and wake, etc., and just see what was up with the estate. Well, stupid ugly Cathy ended up getting the house, all it's possessions, and I think a whole shitload of money. (pardon the expression) She was never there for my aunt, she did nothing. My mom was close to my aunt, as she was the last relative that she had left. We went up to visit her whenever we could, even though the drive was about 12 hours. Cathy has a daughter, newly married, who lives in a neighborhood close to mine. I could walk there in five minutes. She never once offered to bring my aunt down here so that we could see her, even those she made frequent trips down here herself. I hate her, I hate her, and I will never forgive what she did to my family, and most of all, my poor mom.
That estate was worth millions. There was so much money, because my aunt was very rich. My mom just wanted money for my sister and I to go to college. We don't know what Cathy did, but she changed something. Or she tricked my aunt into doing it. I million times, I have said, that we're not mad about it because of the material possessions. It's just that the right thing did not happen, and the stupid lady made a bundle off of it. It hurts me very much to think of all of the photos that will be thrown away up there. Those photos are my past, and I will never know or have a record of the people on my mother's side because of her. The costume jewelry, the beds, the telephone, everything I liked. Given, thrown, or sold away. It makes me mad and sad at the same time. I hope Cathy Walton rots in hell. Or, if she prefers to get reincarnated, I hope it's as a sneaker or a worm. That's all she deserves to be, and she's lucky at that.
Well, the lawer from Presque Isle came to Boston and brought our stuff. My sister has a whole bunch of paintings, and I have lots of glassware and a silver set. I haven't gone through it, but I will soon enough. And for people who are reading this, I hope you don't think of me as someone who is ready to scwabble over belongings once someone dies. It's not like that at all. I loved my aunt, yet only knew her a little bit. I still miss her when I think of her, but I just wanted to focus on my bad situation. I hope you understand me. Sometimes I have a hard time getting my point across.